A shelter dog’s tail
Brandy, the family dog I grew up with, was adopted from the local pound. At under a year old, we think Brandy had probably been a Christmas puppy whose owners didn’t want him anymore once he started to grow up. Here he is on the day he arrived home with us:
Brandy may not have been perfect - he would never have won any prizes for obedience - however he was an ever present source of joy & comfort to each of our family members throughout the remaining 13 years of his life. I’ll always remember the way he gazed longingly through the kitchen window at us while we were eating our dinner:
Brandy was such a loyal dog & stuck with his ‘new’ family through thick & thin. I think he somehow knew the fate he had escaped the day my Mum picked him up from that pound, & he never stopped giving back. Here he is looking out to sea with us not long before he finally passed on:
Perhaps it’s because I was brought up with a dog adopted from a shelter, I know that I will keep on opting to adopt for the rest of my life. I hope you will consider it too.